Chilled
… draped in a fine mist
turrets scraping the bottom of
… the pale blue sky
Skeleton
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Naked in the dismal morn
Farrow fields
… stretching desolate and bleak
Winter has left its mark
… In bleakness
© NopeNotPam
#Writephoto – Approach
nope, not pam 
Aren’t you in summer currently?
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We are, but it’s raining most of the time 🤨
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I’d take rain.
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I like the heat, rain makes my hands ache
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There is a light in the background of that picture to me a sign of hope 😁
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A beautiful poem Deb. The shape of the tree must have been difficult to make.
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Thanks Sadje, I’ve gone even more ambitious with this week’s WDYS. I suspect people will struggle to understand it 😉
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You’re welcome! No worries, if I don’t, I’ll ask you! Thanks
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Well the atmosphere is same here.It’s Foggy.
You could hardly descry any houses or trees.
I loved the visuals in your poem, by the way.
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Thanks Maria 🙂
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Nothing about happy ponies and bluebirds?
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Not in the mood at the moment. I went to Carrick hill recently, you doing any posts on statues soon I’m your woman 😁
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Always looking for ideas, Deb.
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